Reminds me of a joke my grandfather used to tell.
A city slicker guy gets off of a stagecoach in an old western town. He looks around and hears a clanging sound coming from a building down the street. He wanders into the the open door of the building, where a blacksmith has just taken a horseshoe from the caldron and is beating it into shape with a steel hammer. The blacksmith leaves the horseshoe on the stump he is using for a table, and turns to pick up another tool, just as the city slicker walks over and reaches down and picks up the extremely hot horseshoe with his bare hand. Within seconds the searing heat begins to burn his hand, and he instintively flings the horseshoe across the room and begins to vigorously shake his hand. The blacksmith sees all this from the corner of his eye, and looks at the city slicker and says "Hot eh?" Not wanting to be openly embarrassed, the city slicker slides his charred hand behind his back and as smoothly as possible says "No, it just doesn't take me long to look at a horseshoe."
Randy